Mages Are Too OP

The Black Sands worked hard to notify other so-called celebrities.

This is Roland's "command" of the Black Sand Gang every other year, and Groux will naturally grasp the opportunity.

The whole city got ‘lively' and a lot of invited celebrities said yes. As soon as the messengers left, they went out and ventured out to their familiar friends to see what Roland's somewhat unpleasant invitation meant.

After all, as soon as Roland returned, he went outside the city to kill the Silver Wings Guild once. Although the latter was soon resurrected, the significance of its representatives was quite clear.

The interior of the Son of Gold ended with Roland's victory.

The aristocrats who stood in the right place, naturally rejoicing, did not stand correctly, are now worried.

And the more neutral, the more suspicious. They don't know what Roland's next move is, because Roland invited a lot of people this time, obviously to change some rules.

The whole city seems to be in doubt.

In the evening, it rained heavily and the yellow bean showers hit the ground wildly. Soon, the lowlands of the street turned into a water pit.

At this time, nobody wants to go out again.

But Roland told the Black Sand gang when he called.

Unstoppable wind and rain.

Are you sure there's no stopping the storm? For what reason?

Roland said to throw a party in the square in front of the Magic Tower, after all, the Magic Tower could not contain so many people.

If it does open in the square, how long will it last in this heavy rain, even with rain gear to protect it?

If it gets wet, it could be a serious illness.

Maybe Roland wants to do it this way.

Some people are disgusted, uncomfortable, look out at the rain screen, sneer, shrink home, and do nothing.

But others sighed and asked the servant to prepare the rain gear and carriage and set off in the direction of the magic tower.

Old Conandor was one of them, and he looked out at the rain screen and sighed helplessly.

The old wife said next to her: "The magician Roland is making it difficult for people to go to a party in the square in this weather. He also said that the wind and rain are unobstructed. He made it clear that he wanted to make you suffer. ”

“I know, but there's no way, I was on the wrong team, and now that he's back, he's sending out another fatal party invitation, and if I don't, maybe he'll get rid of our house. ”

The old wife said with some panic, "How dare he! ”

“Why wouldn't you? Just because he's a magician.” Old Conan Doyle said painfully: “He even dared the queen to come and enjoy it, the royal family did not say anything, and we had no right to resist him. It doesn't matter if we're older and dead, but a few kids still have a future. ”

The old woman's eyes turned red and cried slightly.

If she wanted to come, her husband would go to Roland's dinner this time, mostly with less ferocity.

“Don't cry, it doesn't have to be that way.” Old Conan Doyle said it without a trace, and then he looked at the butler: “Let's go. ”

The butler then opened Old Conandor's umbrella and took him outside the estate to the carriage.

It rained heavily and sandy the roof of the carriage.

Old Conandor closed his eyes and his body swayed slightly as the carriage swayed.

His brain is now sober, and nothing can shake his heart again for an old man who is fully prepared to die.

I don't know how long it's been since the carriage stopped and a housekeeper's voice came forward: "Sir, here we are… but something seems wrong. ”

“No, that's right.” Old Conan Doyle bent over, walked to the front door of the carriage, and opened the curtains: “Roland said the wind and rain were unobstructed, and now it is raining heavily. He, as a magician, knew that it was not strange that it was raining heavily, and possibly even he made it out, just to give us a deep...”

Then old Conandor's expression solidified.

In front of you is a bright, immense light.

The thick clouds, the silver foggy rain screen, have covered the city in darkness.

But what did he see?

A huge imitation temple building, a roof with dozens of rock columns, supports the building without walls and entrances on all sides.

Looking at the structure is simple, but what strikes me about the style of the temple is that it's very large.

At least 25 meters in height, the ground area is even bigger, and the sight looks to the right from the left for at least seven or eight seconds.

An illumination sphere that emits strong white light floats beneath the roof.

It's brighter than day.

Isn't this the Magic Tower square?

Old Conandor subconsciously looked behind the giant ‘gazebo' and the tall magic tower stood there.

When there was such a huge building here, he could be sure that it didn't exist at least half a day ago.

Is this the power of a powerful magician?

He's showing off.

Old Conan Doyle jumped off the wagon and walked into this huge building with his own rain gear.

Watching it outside was shocking enough, and when I got inside, I realized I was underestimating the building.

People are in there, like a mouse entering the garden, pathetically small.

Put away the rain gear, old Conan Doyle saw a lot of acquaintances, he wasn't the first to come.

He looked around and found a few people he was more familiar with and walked past.

Not yet, a little black sand gang roller walked in with a booklet and said respectfully: "Sign here, Your Excellency, and count how many guests have arrived tonight. ”

He immediately wrote his name down.

Old Conan Doyle already had a hunch that tonight's banquet was not necessarily a disaster, and this huge building, this signature, is clear evidence.

If Roland really wants to kill them, there's no need for that kind of trouble.

Just after signing, two familiar friends walked in, one of them whispered, "Old Doyle, do you have any inside information? Lord Roland called us here. What's the matter? ”

Old Conan Doyle shook his head.

Then several people gathered and began to speculate.

There are still a lot of people around, three, three, two, two, two groups, and it's estimated that the topics discussed are similar to those of them.

Every minute and second passes, and those willing to come to the banquet are almost there.

A lot of people, more than a hundred of them, are quite small compared to this huge building.

As the banquet was about to begin, many Black Sand gang members temporarily acted as repellents and served good food and drinks.

It was placed on the stone table of the first few.

There are many stone tables and chairs in this building and the style looks rough, but no one dares to deny it.

At the end of the building, there is a magic tower.

Then the Magic Tower people showed up.

Roland walked forward, behind Vincent and the Queen, behind Vivian and Jerry, and the other magic apprentices landed behind.

When the owner came out, a hundred guests hurried up.

Roland stood on a high platform and looked around for a week, laughing: “I was disappointed that so many people were coming, I was afraid that I would not be able to fit it, so I built such a big house temporarily with magic, but I didn't expect that my appeal was not strong enough, just so many people came. ”

Guests all feel a little chilly in the back.